Thinking on the move - Artsy

Art is that which connects the dots, that which fills the gap between two defined, presently intelligible points of communication, as well as emphasizing and even revising these very points at times. If not for it, we'd be traversing a highway, registering each milestone, but nothing in between. What of those quaint little villages and towns, how about those fragrant, wild pines alongside the meandering black-top, and the matrices of coconut trees standing solemn in the afternoon sun? They have a story to tell, a moment to contribute. But for art, we would lose them all in our haste, all the while only seeing the mundane and getting nowhere. And before we get too optimistic about the significance of our being, let me assert that nowhere is where we will get with or without art, but there is just so much more to see and experience when we can acknowledge and appreciate these fluid intermediates. Given that regressive reality has stamped "NO PURPOSE" in big bold letters on our foreheads, what then is there to do but wander, observe and learn. And if that is the order of the day for us all, are we all not much better off with more to feel, learn and give? I cant help but think that life and all its excuses would most certainly lose their charm if we were to create an Orwellian anti-utopia bereft of the liberty or the need to express. Just thinking of it makes me claustrophobic, depressed and listless.

Shelves full of books, a wall made meaningful with photographs, buzzed laughter at a comic's joke in a dingy bar that smells like sugar, the tinkles, thuds, booms, twangs and myriad voices blending into music in a dark room, the glitches and crackles of an old record on the turn table - the pleasure, the gratitude I feel for being able to afford and appreciate such moments is overwhelming.